16 May 2008

I already knew I loved Beautiful Losers, but I had totally forgotten this passage was in the book. Buffy Ste.-Marie and I wish we had written these words:

God is alive; Magic is afootGod is alive; Magic is afootGod is afoot; Magic is aliveAlive is afoot.....Magic never died.

God never sickened; many poor men liedmany sick men lied Magic never weakenedMagic never hidMagic always ruledGod is afootGod never died.

God was rulerthough his funeral lengthenedThough his mourners thickenedMagic never fledThough his shrouds were hoistedthe naked God did liveThough his words were twistedthe naked Magic thrivedThough his death was publishedround and round the world the heart did not believe

Many hurt men wonderedmany struck men bledMagic never falteredMagic always led.Many stones were rolledbut God would not lie downMany wild men liedmany fat men listenedThough they offered stonesMagic still was fedThough they locked their coffersGod was always served.

Magic is afoot. God rules. Alive is afoot. Alive is in command.Many weak men hungeredMany strong men thrivedThough they boasted solitudeGod was at their sideNor the dreamer in his cellnor the captain on the hillMagic is aliveThough his death was pardonedround and round the worldthe heart did not believe.

Though laws were carved in marblethey could not shelter menThough altars built in parliamentsthey could not order menPolice arrested Magicand Magic went with them,for Magic loves the hungry.

But Magic would not tarryit moves from arm to armit would not stay with themMagic is afootit cannot come to harmit rests in an empty palmit spawns in an empty mindbut Magic is no instrumentMagic is the end.

Many men drove Magicbut Magic stayed behindMany strong men liedthey only passed through Magicand out the other sideMany weak men liedthey came to God in secretand though they left him nourishedthey would not say who healedThough mountains danced before themthey said that God was deadThough his shrouds were hoistedthe naked God did live

This I mean to whisper to my mindThis I mean to laugh with in my mindThis I mean my mind to serve 'tilservice is but Magicmoving through the worldand mind itself is Magiccoursing through the fleshand flesh itself is Magicdancing on a clockand time itself the magic length of God.